A 6th grade teacher posed the following problem to one of her arithmetic classes:
“A wealthy man dies and leaves ten million dollars. One-fifth is to go to his wife, one-fifth is to go to his son, one-sixth to his butler, and the rest to charity. Now, what does each get?”
After a very long silence in the classroom, one little boy raised his hand and with complete sincerity in his voice, answered, “A lawyer!”
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Mrs. Goldberg was shopping at a produce stand in her neighborhood. She approached the vendor and asked, “How much are these oranges?”
“Two for a dollar,” answered the vendor.
“How much is just one?” she asked.
“Sixty cents,” answered the vendor.
“Then I’ll take the other one,” said Mrs. Goldberg.—–
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A tour guide was showing a tourist around Washington, D.C. The guide pointed out the place where George Washington supposedly threw a dollar across the Potomac River.
“That’s impossible,” said the tourist. “No one could throw a coin that far!”
“You have to remember,” answered the guide. “A dollar went a lot farther in those days.”
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Mother (to sleeping Little Johnny): “Little Johnny, wake up! It’s twenty to eight.”
Little Johnny (half asleep): “In whose favor?”
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It was April and Tax Day was looming when an elderly woman showed up at my desk at the IRS. She said she required a thick stack of tax forms.
“Why so many?” I asked.
“My son is overseas,” she said. “He asked me to pick up forms for the soldiers on the base.”
“You shouldn’t have to do this,” I told her. “It’s the base commander’s job to make sure that his troops have access to the forms they need.”
“I know,” she began, “I’m the base commander’s mother.”
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